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As I age I remember small, beautiful, things
Once a snake
Or on the other hand, Harlech
No man is an island, entire of itself *
Sometimes the numbers overwhelm us.
Consider, a fox
An apple, after rain
The machines are rusting. One day they will wonder what they were.
I must continue
Kings and fucking bishops
After this last snow I love the way the earth returns
This was his village
And I must love
Three fifties in his belt, but he is still dead
I choose the serious corner
I have good openings, but the end is always bad
I'm leaving, on a jet-plane*
The squirrel, and you can shoot them and be paid
Floating
I thought, this year, I would plant potatoes
Small pellets of lead
Two Rediffusion engineers playing chess in a greasy-spoon
Cauliflower
Lie to me, but in a nice way
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